A blog mostly focused on poetry. I am not sure I understand anything else.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Mosquitoes

For Gavin

You burned all your wood last night, you say.Let’s see if I have anything you canHaul back to Maui for those wretched nights—When you’re hemmed in by darkness, pouring rain,Trapped in the tropics, slapping phantoms, thoseMosquitoes sucking all your blood away.

I’ll look around New York, see what I have:A coffee table, couch, bed, some books—Mostly memorized. My life is yours,If you can carry it. Chop it up. StickIt in your hearth, or build a fire out back—Invite the insects to enjoy the blaze.

None of my possessions make sense anymoreExcept as kindling. What good are booksIn bed—even yours? All I want is you.Poems might as well be mosquitoes for allThe joy they give. Burn them. Burn everything.Fuck everything. Let’s go somewhere else and live.